Dan: That's always possible. He shows up, you tell him I quit waitin'.

Ellsworth: Sure will.

Dan: See ya at the Gem. (Walks away)

Ellsworth: Always possible. (To the dog) Gone! (Dog returns)

(At the cemetery, Tom Mason's funeral)

Rev: The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof. The world and they that dwell therein. For He hath founded it upon the seas and established it upon the floods. (Merrick sneezing) Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? Or who shall stand (Merrick sneezing) in his holy place? He that, that hath a clean hands (Rev hands Merrick a hankerchief) and a pure heart. Who hath not lifted up his soul. Unto vanity nor sworn beseechfully. He, he shall receive the blessing from the Lord, and (Seth turns and sees Charlie Utter and Calamity Jane returning with Sophia cradled in Jane's arms) justice from the God of his salvation. Lift up your heads, oh ye gates and be ye lifted up ye everlasting doors, and the King of glory shall come in. Who is the King of glory? The Lord of hosts. He is the King of glory.

( Al watches from his balcony. Cy is now supervising the hanging of the new BellaUnion sign)

(Graveside again)

Rev: Everyone proud in heart is an abomination to the Lord. Though hand join in hand, he shall not be unpunished. (Merrick sneezing) By mercy and truth is inequity purged. And by the fear of the Lord, do men depart from evil. A man's ways please the Lord, when he maketh even his enemies to be at peace with him. (Rev and Seth exchange looks) Amen.

Merrick: Amen.

Seth: Thank you (Shakes hands with the pallbearers) Thanks for your help.

Merrick: May we edify my readers, Mr. Bullock?

Seth: I don't know what edify means.

Merrick: Can we talk about last night's gunfight?

Seth:(Grabbing a shovel) No.

Merrick: We can't talk about last night's gunfight, either. (Merrick grabs a shovel.)

(Street, Al emerges from the Gem Saloon. The former owner of the now-BellaUnion is loading a wagon)

Al: What the fuck?!

EB: All's I can speculate, Al, is whoever these Bella Union people are, they bought Artie Simpson's place on the quiet. Pre-arranged turnin' it into a joint.

Al: This no good fucking Judas! (pointing) Hey, fucknut!

Artie: Just take it easy, Al. (Loading his wagon)

Al: How long you been hatchin' this fuckin' plot?

Artie: I made a practical goddamned business decision.

Al: No chance for me to match their fuckin' offer?

Artie: You couldn't have. (Climbs up onto the wagon) You'da killed me before you'd matched. But it's between you and them now. (Sol looks on)

Jack: Well damn, Wild Bill. Even a stopped clock's gotta be right sometime. Common law just says you gonna win one sooner or later. But I'm gonna keep pushin' my luck. What do you got there? Eight dollars. Are you ready to stand anymore credit to Wild Bill here, Tom?

Nuttall: I didn't hear him ask for any.

Jack: You want me just bet eight, Bill?

(Bill takes one of his revolvers out of its holster and lays it on the table.)

Wild Bill: May it cover my call.

Jack: Ah, Bill, I can't let you put your gun up. That colt's worth more than my raise by a good 40 bucks.

Wild Bill: Are you takin' the bet?

Jack: I tell you what, I'll add 40 bucks to my raise, make the bet fair. And then 50 more, if you'll put up a set.

(Wild Bills draws the other colt quickly. Jack ducks to the side.Bill puts the gun down next to the other.)

Nuttall: I'll tote up accounts, Mr. Hickok ah, we'll do whatever rest business we need to next you're in.

Wild Bill: Anyone wants to, can find me at the Grand Central.

(Grand Central, Utter's room, Sophia is laying down)

Jane: She's warm isn't she?

Utter: She ain't talk yet, neither.

Jane: That's beside the point, you shut up!

Doc: She will get fever, bein' wolf bit.

Jane: And the reason we risked bringin' her into camp...

Doc: You don't need to fear the saloonkeeper. He's not a danger to her no more.

Jane: He's not?

Doc: Saloonkeeper worried that the little one said that road agents killed her people. Who the road agents might say they worked for.

Jane: Meaning, him?

Doc: He took a different approach to the problem. She would do better indoors.

Utter: I told Jane she could take my room with the little one, and I'd move back in with Bill.

Jane: Will not stay in no fuckin' hotel! They don't want me. They won't give me a room.

Doc: You two keep your voices down. (Doc pours medicine into a spoon, gives it to Sophia)

Jane: What'd I say about noise? He snores the whole fuckin' night!

Utter: Snorin's past a person's control.

(Street, Seth and the Reverend are walking back to the tent)

Rev: I was a field nurse during the war. At Shiloh in Sanko Manassas. That was a good deal of violence.

Seth: Is that when you got your callin'?

Rev: Yes, it was, Sir. Out of that crucible out of all that horror to come to God's grace. A-a man's heart deviseth his way, but the Lord, directeth his steps. H-he directeth all our steps, Mr. Bullock. All of us.

Seth: If your preachin' at me, Reverend, you need to put some more light on the text.

Rev: If I am preaching at you, sir, I do you a disservice. Good Morning, Mr. Star.

Sol: Good Morning, Reverend.

Seth: Can we get the lot? Can we start buildin'? The Reverend's come to help.

Sol: We're still hangin' fire.

Seth: What's the damn holdup?

Sol: New gambling outfit come into town, Seth. Time wasn't right to push and do a decision.

Seth: I got all the lumber cut.

Sol: And I warned you that was premature.

Seth: You said 98 percent, after your last conversation with that sonofabitch.

Sol: 98 is not a hundred.

Seth: Goddamnit! (Oops! Turns his head toward the Rev.)

Rev: Good day, Sirs.

Sol: Good day, Reverend!

(Street facing the Bella Union — we hear Jane talking before the camera goes inside the

Grand Central)

Jane: I said they'd find a way to stop me.

Utter: If it's raisin' room rates, you have to go ahead and raise 'em.

EB: Rates aren't the only factor. There's a waiting list for occupancy.

Jane: You undertaker lookin' sonofabitch. This little girl's doctor ordered to live indoors and I'm assigned to change her dressings!

Utter: Little one took fever in that wagon last night, Bill. (Brom coming down the stairs, pauses) And I thought Jane and her could stay in my room and, I'd move back in with you.

EB: I'm not in opposition, sir. Just the opposite. Who wouldn't want to accommodate a sick little girl? But the Simpson Hotel's closed its doors. If Mr. Utter is vacating, shouldn't these people that have been trying me all morning get first call? Isn't that simple fairness?

Jane: He don't give a fuck all for fairness! He just don't want me in here.

Wild Bill: Well how 'bout if he stays in his room and the lady moves in with me? (Jane nuzzles Sophia's neck) That way no one's vacating nothing.

EB: That would outflank the checkout issue. But it might raise questions of decorum.

Al: Cocksuckers. Where were they when Dan and me were, chopping trees in this gulch? Hands all blistered. Bucktooth fuckin' beavers rolling around in the creek. Slappin' their tails in the water like we was hired entertainment.

Trixie: I'd pay a nickel to see you choppin' wood.

Al: Yeah. Don't think I wasn't blow for blow with Dan. (Trixie helps him put on his jacket) I can play that shit when I have to. (Straightens his tie) But I been to Chicago, too. (Turns around, puts his arms out) How do I look?

Trixie: Like Christ crucified.

— — — — —

(Al enters the Bella Union)

Al: Guess this ain't a hotel no more.

Joanie: Come see us tonight when we open. We'll find ya a place to lay down.

Cy: And someone to keep your feet warm.

Al: I'm Al Swearengen. (Puts hand out) I own the joint across the street.

Eddie: The Gem?

Al: That's it.

Cy: Cy Tolliver, Al. Ed Sawyer, Joanie Stubbs.

Al: You people must've trained with the heathens. Yeah, you know, you come up on us unbeknownst.

Cy: How long you been in camp, Al?

Al: Well, this year, Cy, since March. I was here last year, too. But the fuckin' cavalry drove us out.

Cy: Butt all the whites out, didn't they?

Al: Oh deep fuckin' thinkers in Washington put forward that policy. This year though, so many soldiers desertin' to prospect, give up the ghost let us all back in. And of course, Custer sorted out the fuckin' Sioux for us, so now we're all as safe as in our mother's tits.

EB: You think them hardware guys and Hickok, might be the advance party for them saloon operators, Al?

Al: You just did the same fucking thing I told you not to. (Turns head to Johnny) Get them two, say I'm ready to conclude on their offer. Stop at Wu's on the way. (Johnny jumps up from his chair to leave) Tell him either he feeds his pigs Persimmon Phil tonight, or I serve him... raw loin of oriental.

Johnny: I though you forgot all about that, Al. I thought it just sorta slipped through the cracks. (leaves)

Al: (To Jimmy) Faro dude at the new joint. Dope fiend. Tall guy skanky red beard.
Jimmy:You want me to get next to him, Mr. Swearengen? Let me take a few dollars, I'll go play at his table.

Al: Stop hustling. I'll give you dope when you bring that cocksucker here.
Jimmy: He's as good as standin' in front of you, Mr. Swearengen. (Jimmy gets up and leaves. EB stands up also — Al puts his hand out to stop him.)

Al: Stick around. (EB sits, Al sits in the chair next to him) Help me measure where their loyalties lie.

Brom: None. Nor was I sure that, if he'd agreed the man before me at that breakfast table was equal to the task. (Alma gets up and stands behind Brom, putting her arm around him)

Alma: Promise me one thing then, Brom.

Brom: Don't ask me to amend my purpose.

Alma: That before seeing Mr. Swearengen, you take your walk. (Brom turns and hugs Alma)

Brom: To clear my head and reflect?

Alma: If only to perfect your arguments.

Brom: I see. I accept the suggestion and a feeling for it's author.

Alma: Thank you.

Brom: If I'm stooped when next you see me, Alma, won't be worry weighing me down, but bags of our recovered gold.

Alma: Take your walk, dear.

(Brom hugs her again and leaves, as Alma is shutting the door she sees Jane peeking out from behind her own door, their eyes lock for a moment and Alma opens her door wider as if to speak, Jane quickly slams her door shut. Brom is bent over looking at something —Wild Bill Hickok who's sleeping on the landing.)

Brom: It's Hickok, Alma. Unconscious.

Alma: I see.

Brom: I take this as proof my reservations were well founded.

(Alma shuts the door and walks over to her vanity and prepares another drink)

(Hickok's room, Jane is talking to Sophia, who is sleeping)

Jane: Too considerate to disturb us. Wouldn't have truck with that... room clerk ghoul to get let into Charlie's rather than sleep in the fuckin' hallway, that's the kind of man he is. I own you another fuckin' penny. Owe you another one. I don't know if you should ever learn English, never mind foul, spare you knowin' how ignorant people are. But then I could tell you about Bill... sleepin' in the hallway out a thought for others. And I know some other fuckin' stories too. Owe you another penny.

(Street, Jack McCall is checking out the goods at Sol & Seth's tent.)

Seth: Look at that jackass.

Sol: Help you with anything?

Jack: I tell ya, he's bein' done a favor this exact moment. Or would you care to take a guess. A favor in this tent.

Jack: You follow him around. (Laughs. Seth grabs him and runs him forward, tossing him in the muck) Hey!

Seth: That tent's shut to you. Don't come back there.

Jack: (talking to himself) Fuck you. Any plans I might've had to buy somethin', or prospect.

Utter: I'd be lousy at retail. I guarantee you that much. Wouldn't have the patience for it.

Sol: I'm not sure how much future he's got.

Utter: Anyways I want to tell you fellas, several days I'll be goin' back to Cheyenne. Try and secure a mail route. I operate a freight business outta there. You need re-supply, I'll be bringin' several wagons back.

Sol: That's good to know.

Utter: And ah, I was, ah (takes hat off) half wonderin' too if... if you'd want to join Bill and me for dinner. Tonight or some other time.

Seth: Let's do it tonight.

Utter: Feel like I should've brung posies. (Johnny approaches.)

Sol: Afternoon. Can I help you find something?

Johnny: Mr. Swearengen wants to see ya. (Leaves)

(Alma is looking out the window, drink in hand, she sees Brom approach the Gem, he pauses, puffing a cigar, then continues on his walk.)

(Gem, Al is seated downstairs with Sol and Seth. Dan and EB are seated on either side of Al,

nearby but not at the table.)

Al: I only hope you understand my being short with you out in the street this morning.

Sol: You had a lot on your mind.

Al: I had a lot of what's left of my fucking mind, these new interests coming in. I only hope you understand and see my thinking in not selling you that lot outright.

Seth: What's your thinkin' today?

Al: Gets dead set at the fucking point which I like in most situations. Do you know these new saloon interests? Are you acquainted with them at all?

Sol: Nope.

Seth: Not them and not Bill Hickok. And all we want to do is run a hardware business.

Al: I have got to be satisfied. See, I'm the simple type cocksucker. That when he sees lightening, readies for thunder. And takes the thunder if it comes from part of the same fuckin' storm.

Sol: Why wouldn't ya, Mr. Swearengen?

Al: Well thank you for sayin' that, even if you don't fuckin' mean it.

Seth: What would make you comfortable sellin' to us? (Al looks at EB, EB raises his head and eyebrows)

Al: Thousand. Plus right of first refusal on any further sale.

Sol: Accepted.

Al: And right to buy back at the original price, plus the cost of your improvements.

Sol: Accepted.

Al: No gambling on the fuckin' premises. No association of any kind with these Bella Union cocksuckers.

Sol: Accepted.

Seth: We can't sell 'em our goods?

Al: No. What do you think of that?

Sol: Accepted.

Al: What do you think?

Seth:(pauses) Accepted.

Al: Or, they could buy your wares in your normal course of your normal fucking business. I'd guess it'd be okay to transact with these cocksuckers.

Seth: So we can sell 'em our wares?

Al: Your normal fucking wares. No gambling, whoring or whiskey on the fucking premises is the chief fucking point.

Sol: Agreed. (Puts his hand out)

Al: I spit in my hand. (Does so) Will that drive you screaming into the hills? (Sol spits in his own hand and they shake, Al then shakes with Seth — hmm, no spit there) The ah, thousand'd be nice.

Sol: (counting) 20, 40, 60, 80, 100

EB: Happy outcome.

Sol: 20, 40, 60, 80, 200...

(Street, Charlie is talking to the Soap Guy)

Soap Guy: A shootin' exhibition.

Utter: That idea for Mr. Hickok's been had and acted upon. By a few people before you.

Soap Guy: And then, afterward, we cut the bullets out. And (Charlie spots EB leaving the Gem) the fuckin' playin' cards he was usin' as targets. That's the point I was tryin' to get to.

Al: You should've told him. I've had him here the last several hours in tears. Dan! Look! He's alive!

Dan: Thank God.

Brom: Yeas, I chose not to go to the claim.

Al: Whiskey Brom, snatch?

Brom: Frankly, Al, I'm here to speak with you. And I'm not to be distracted.

Al: Then proceed, my son, speak frankly.

Brom: We needn't reach the question of whether my claim has... pinched out, as the saying goes. Or whether it was a sham proposition to begin with. Let's just say, I've lost faith in the property. (Dan. Listening, sits down close the conversation)

Al: Have you?

Brom: And I want my 20,000 dollars back.

Al: In the heat you've confused me with Tim Driscoll.

Brom: I think we're both aware, Al, that Driscoll's no longer in camp. And because I believe you colluded with Tim Driscoll and perhaps were in cahoots with other parties as well, I require satisfaction from you.

Brom: Pursuing its business interest my family's had several occasions to engage the Pinkertons. We maintain friendly relations. And I'd prefer we two settle this as gentlemen, but if need be, the Pinkerton's can be made a party to our dispute.

Al: Has he asked you to reconnoiter the rims with him at all?

Dan: Never.

Al: Did he ask to and you refused?

Dan: Didn't get around to it, Al. I thought he was in for the long haul.

Brom: But what are you talking about specifically?

Al: The gold you found washed down from somewhere, that's the law of gravity. And your claim runs rim to rim, the width of the fucking gulch, so the original deposit of gold you found washed down from is likely on your claim above, near one of the rims.

Brom: And that's what you feel I should reconnoiter?

Al: First place the Pinkertons would look. Unless I'm fuckin' wrong.

Dan: No, that's how they operate.

Al: So if he asks you, would you reconnoiter the rims with him?

Dan: Al, I waited out there all morning for him—

Al: Is that a yes or a no?

Dan: Yeah. I'd be happy to reconnoiter the rims with him.

Brom: And if Dan's in my good faith reconnoitering don't show the source of the gold, do you then make restitution, Al? Or do I have recourse to the agency?

Al: If at that point you ask, yes, I'll make restitution. All rights, all wrongs aside, 'cause you've got me by the fuckin' balls.

Jane: He never knocked on the damn door. By the time I looked out he was already snoring. Did you want me to drag him in by the damn heel?

Wild Bill: I says leave him where he is and go about your own business.

Jane: He's up. I hope you're happy. Congratulations, cocksucker.

Utter: Dinner's been cancelled, Bill.

Wild Bill: Alright.

Utter: Them two fellas got their lot bought and they're ah, started right ahead with the buildin'.

Wild Bill: Sure.

Jane: I-I was that shocked seeing you sleepin' out here, Bill. First saw ya maybe an hour ago. Didn't want to disturb me and the child, Charlie. Why, he must've sought entry to your room, wherever the fuck you were at.

Man: No reason you'd remember me but I saw you marshal at Abilene. Saw you blow one cocksucker's head right the fuck off his neck. I also saw you... dead center three bullets on a ace of spade playing card at 25 goddamned paces. Some other loud-mouth like this loud-mouth I just sorted out, said you'd doctored that playing card before you ever tacked it to that tree.

Wild Bill: And did you sort him out, too?

Man: Goddamned right.

Wild Bill: Well thanks for all that help. Now it's time you moved along.

Man: I sorted him out proper. Gouged out the both of his fuckin' eyes.

Utter: Alright, friend!

Wild Bill: Move along, I'm tired of listenin' to ya.

Man: You're tired of listenin'?

Seth: That's what he said.

Man: Oh, I guess everybody's talkin' to me now.

Wild Bill: Get the fuck outta here!

Man: Alright, I hear you, Wild Bill. You don't need to insult me twice. (Starts to leave, turns back around) I'll tell you what. I hope you get what's coming to you and I hope it's sooner rather than later. I hope they sort you out! And I get to see it! I hope you're gut shot and die slow! And I hope they get ya in this camp!

(Everyone is quiet while the man walks off)

Utter: Hand me, hand me some of them pegs, would ya? Hey, want some pegs, Bill?

Wild Bill: I'm gonna desert you. (Gets up and puts his hammer away) Play some poker. Drink some whiskey. (Puts on his hat)

Seth: Thanks for your help.

Wild Bill: See ya later, Charlie.

Utter: Alright, Bill.

Sol: Ready, Lift! Oh, there we go. (They all help to raise one of the wall frames)

(Al is watching the hardware store from his window)

Al: For havin' nothin' to do with him, these hardware cocksuckers sure seemed to be joined to Hickok at the hip.

EB: You make your judgment on that situation, Al. And I believe you judge correct.

Al: No connection between them and him? Or between any of them, and these new saloon people?

EB: You saw it like that and I did too. To the best of the both of our thinking.

Al: Which was important to me.

EB: Which was?

Al: What?

EB: When you said which was, I didn't follow what you were askin'.

Al: I wasn't askin' nothin'. I was sayin', I didn't have full information so your impression on this was important. Someone I could trust. What's wrong? What's the matter?

EB: Ah, my palms are damp.

Al: They're always damp.

EB: Yes, sir.

Al: So is something... wrong?

EB: no, no.

(Creekside, Brom and Dan are walking along the creek — Ellsworth is at his camp, observing)

Ellsworth: Well, the great prospector's found his second wind.

(Al's office... )

EB: You tell me, Al. Have you a doubt or misgiving? You tell me.

Al: Generally, if I have a misgiving, or a doubt, I kill the cocksucker I have a doubt and misgiving about.

EB: But these are special circumstances.

Al: I don't know what you mean by special circumstances. If I want to, I can burn the whole fuckin' camp down.

EB: Yes, you can.

Al: Cut your throat first, and them burn down the whole fucking camp.

EB: You can ---

Al: So I don't know what the fuck you mean.

EB: I mean, short of burnin' it all down, you gotta trust someone. (EB is very nervous)

Al: What were you doing over there?

EB: Where?

Al:Where?

EB: At the Bella Union? Got an impression scouting. Listen to me, listen to me. I was the go-between, it was me. But without, m-malicious intention.

(Brom and Dan are now climbing the rim — Dan sets down his lantern... )

EB: Simple greed. One less hotel in camp, shorten up the room supply, no conspiracy, no betrayal. If you're gonna murder me, I'd appreciate a quick dying. And not getting' eat by the pigs. In case there is resurrection of the flesh.

Al:(Licks his lips and leans in close to EB's ear) Stay friendly with them cocksuckers.

EB: With them Bella Union people?

Al: You can't help yourself, can you? (EB leaves)

(Creekside, Dan is heading down to the rocks where Brom landed. Brom is breathing. Dan feels around Brom's neck and picks up a gold nugget)

Dan: You fell, but ah, but you'll be alright. (Puts the nugget in his pocket) I'm gonna take care of ya. Just ah, just hold on a second. No hollerin'. (Ellsworth is watching, with the dog by his side. Dan picks away at the moss covered wall revealing a quartz outcrop. He covers it with some branches and returns to Brom who is still breathing) I'll take care of ya. (Grabs Brom's head and lifts it up) Now, hush. (Grunting, Dan smashes Brom's head into the rocks and Ellsworth takes off. Dan looks up.)

(Bella Union, Bill is playing cards. Cy is watching him... )

Joanie: Tina and Molly can be quiet if you want him kept company.

Cy: That man's already doin' all he wants to. If I send him anyone, it'd be you. (Joanie smiles and walks off. Cy nods to Eddie and motions Leon over to him) Are you loaded, Leon?

Leon: Well on the path, Mr. Tolliver. That man at the Gem has got some serious shit.

Cy: I know when you make you first report on us to him, you'll remember to say thanks.

Eddie: I hope you're not too fucked up to deal the deuce for us, Leon.

Leon: Opium ain't been made yet, Mr. Sawyer, that can fuck me up that bad. (Cy laughs, Leon goes back to his table)

Eddie: I'll tug his reins.

Cy: I hope our hero wins.

Eddie: Count on it. (Looking at Wild Bill)

(Wild Bill's room, Jane is watching Sophia, who is awake.)

Jane: If Bill comes, I'm gonna move you to that nice pallet over there, only 'cause he's far too big for it and so too would I be. So if you wake up on the pallet, that's what happened. And him and me bein' where we are, is the circumstances of the room period and the grownups are just sleepin'. But don't be afraid to, to, to, wake me up. Alright sweetheart, go to sleep. I'm right here.

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